Twelve days later, Agent Bell received a secure text:
Subjects are complete. Packaged and ready for transport.
She’d been honest when she’d told Katie and Brandon that they had done this many times with no issues, she just hadn’t mentioned the rare disasters. Even though the odds were excellent, she couldn’t shake the memories of the failures. With relief Agent Bell texted back: Standard shipping, nice job.
Katie slowly and groggily began to wake. She felt like she was coming off of an all night bender. Her mouth felt like it had grown fur, the light was too bright, and everything felt wrong. Lying still and swallowing she swam her way toward full consciousness. She was lying under a sheet in a bed. Through squinted eyes, she could see the light was coming in through mostly closed Venetian blinds and translucent curtains. Adapting to the light, she opened her eyes from a squint and saw that she was in a normal looking bedroom and not the ICU like place she last remembered. ‘Well I’m not dead,’ she thought.
Katie continued staring mostly at the ceiling for several more minutes before deciding to make the prodigious effort of sitting up. With a deep grunt, Katie rose to a sitting position. “What the hell!” Katie said to no one in a voice that was impossibly deep. Now that she was sitting, she was instantly aware of the lack of weight on her chest. Looking down at her flat chest and muscled abdomen, Katie instinctively brought her hands up to what should have been very large breasts. Instead she saw large thick man hands and tiny nubs of nipples instead of the large areolas she expected. Katie held her arms out in front of her and was both shocked and excited to see powerful male arms rippling with muscle. Realizing now what must have happened, she tossed the lower part of the sheet off of her legs to see impressively muscled legs that extended nearly to the bottom of the bed and right there in the middle was a large cock that was slowly growing larger as she watched. Looking around sheepishly, only now did she realize she wasn’t alone in the bed. There was a woman lying unconscious, the swell of her breasts under the sheet leaving no question.
Katie tentatively reached over and flipped the sheet fully off of the unconscious woman. The woman had huge breasts, particularly for someone who was as petite as she was otherwise. Katie giggled in her new deep voice as she realized who this woman had to be. Wanting to see the first look of realization, Katie nudged the woman in an effort to rouse her, but she was still completely unconscious. ‘I guess this body was able to shake off the drugs quicker,’ she thought.
Slowly, and still somewhat shaky, Katie swung her legs over the side of the bed and carefully stood. Strangely the first thing that struck her was how small everything in the room appeared to be, starting with the bed which seemed too low. Working her way toward what had to be the master bath, she found herself looking down on the top of the highboy dresser. Approaching the doorway she felt like she had to duck. Pausing under the doorway and standing up straight, Katie felt the gap from the top of her head to the frame and confirmed there was plenty of room and there was no need to duck. Only then did it occur to her that she had casually touched the top of the door frame and wasn’t even stretching.
Katie closed the bathroom door and looked at her new body in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Her body was gorgeous! Not the gorgeous she had expected, it was even better! As she stared at her own reflection she felt the strangest and most delightful sensation as she watched a very large erection inflate and begin to pulse in the mirror. Smiling nervously, she watched her mirrored self as she gripped this new and intimidating body part and gasped with an unfamiliar pleasure. “Oh my god this is going to be fun,” she said to the mirror before turning away and entering the shower.
Agent Bell’s debrief centered on the angry demand that she explain how she could allow their primary witness to select a job as a bouncer. A job that was physically dangerous and one for which he was completely untrained to perform, regardless of any physical enhancements. Agent Bell said with obvious false contriteness, “I must report a terrible mistake on my part, and throw myself on the mercy of this review board. I mishandled the subject transformation selections when I forwarded them to the lab. As a result, the subjects received each others rebuild requests. I’ve made compensating arrangements for their work positions as best as possible. Katie will still work as a trainer in a Gym and her cover name of Kelly will be the same, which was selected to minimize learning to respond to another name. Brandon will still work at the strip club and his cover name of Brennan will be the same, as was selected for ease of learning response as well. Brandon … or Brennan … will be working at the strip club in a capacity other than bouncer. I regret my error.”
The head of the committee leafed through the case notes, pausing several times, and said, “It’s incredibly fortunate that the names selected and setup for the subjects false backgrounds can still be used in the face of this cock-up. Consider yourself under reprimand Agent Bell.”
“My deepest apologies again sir. It won’t happen again,” Agent Bell declared.
‘Of course it will happen again,’ the committee head thought. ‘The deep background bio’s of both subjects reflected their new genders perfectly, despite the fact they were setup weeks prior.’
